Memories of Another Blue Sky

i thank You God for most this amazing.......

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

e. e. cummings

Once again it is National Poetry Month, and I respectfully doff my chapeau to Carmon at Buried Treasure for the reminder. If you are a poetry lover, and may I suggest that even if you are not, please read the selections she has been posting. She has even invited her readers to share their original poetry. Hm. I don't know if I am that unhibited but I have a whole month in which to work up my nerve. Though I've already missed three days, I'll try and make up for it by posting one each day for the rest of the month of April.



The poem I chose for today was one that came to mind yesterday when we experienced what was probably the closest thing to a real spring day to come along this year after a tremendously long, cold, dreary, wet winter. I stepped outside, inhaled, looked up appreciatively at that bold, blue swath of color, and was immediately jolted back in time. Sixteen years ago this August my husband-to-be and I stood before God and man in a garden that we had planted in my in-laws' back yard. It had been a long, cold, dreary, wet summer that year.....until that special day when the Lord blessed us with a blue true dream of sky. My brother-in-law, Dean - tall of stature and deep of voice - read that poem, and read it well and reverently, and my heart soared as high as the sun. The day was utter perfection, crafted by the hand of God.



To quote a psalm that Anna Rose and I are memorizing:



The heavens declare the glory of God;

the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;

night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out to all the earth,

their words to the ends of the world.

--Psalm 19:1-4, NIV



For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities - his eternal power and divine nature - have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. --Romans 1:20



how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any--lifted from the no

of all nothing--human merely being

doubt unimaginable You?



Indeed!